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Blood Addicts (Prologue)

Frigid gun steel rested on the cowardly tongue of Carl Shabazz as he struggled for air.  He attempted to scream for help, but the barrel had imposed itself so deeply on his trembling throat that he became a forced mute.

He was a portly thing of a man, with a bruised face, his hands tied behind his back kneeling on the broken tiled floor, with baby blue tiles scattered around him.  Through his tear-filled eyes, he could see his attacker–a tall, slender sepia young woman with short, curly Afro hair.  She did not smile, but her index finger was trigger-happy. A bloody laceration was under her right eye from scuffling with him earlier, but she apparently emerged as the victor, unfazed, with the red fluid dripping down her cheek.

 Carl gazed at his gorgeous attacker though he was exhausted, with his hearing going in and out.  As he tried to hold on to his consciousness, he heard these words whispered to him:

“Do you remember El Trinidad?”    

-Thalia Harris

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2169345 (Intro)

Every time I looked to the sky, it just reinforced the fact that I'd never get there. I would succumb to the shadows of my soul, and bathe in my despair. That essence of despair was the only one I knew of during my 16 years of existence. When I think of that, my eyes tear and glisten. Many times I would leave the borders of my sector after curfew, trying to exercise my freedom muscle...but it was pointless because there wasn't much to see on the other side. Just the same steel wall surrounding the neighborhood and the same dilapidated buildings. The only difference was that people were of a lower rank than I was, but because the Academy did not monitor them as much as they did the people in my sector, they had less to worry about. Therefore, they were livelier. I envied them. 

-Thalia Harris

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Uncomfort (short story version)

Leather and lace embraced Belle’s waist in the form of a corselette she had won in an eBay bidding.  She examined herself in the mirrored wall of her bedroom, running her fingers on the buttery black Roman leather.  The lace was made from red Thai silk, with Japanese pearls dripping from the entire bodice.  Belle surveyed her high-end purchase with admiration, then looked lower to see her naked mahogany legs, without the quintessential fishnets. A look of determination crossed her face as she promised herself she would buy a slew of fishnets with her next paycheck.  Rent was due now.

-Thalia Harris

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Nine Steps Down

9.

Every single time, he’d tremble in fear when I reached out to touch him.  The third-degree burn on his right arm had faded long ago.  But whenever I reached for it, he flinched as if the skin was still a raw, fleshy pink, begging to be bandaged.

“Does it still hurt?” I ask.

“No.”  He shakes his head and answers in a gentle baritone. Yet he still bites his lip.

After this pensive pause, he says, “It happened too long ago to still hurt.”

The humid, sticky air clings to the surface of my skin.  Moonlight makes the green leaves in the trees seem like thin sheets of emerald.  Seeing this almost soothes me.  Then I remember it’s the end of August and 91 degrees. The heat of embarrassment that radiates from my friend doesn’t help either.

“It’s the pity, I guess,” he says.

“I’m sorry?”

“The pitiful look people give me when they see the scar.  It hurts more than getting burned itself.”

-Thalia Harris

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Trip and the Koi

Beside a sparkling crystal pond, flopped the most unfortunate koi in all the park.  Wide glassy eyes agape, its ruby scales gleamed in the moonlight as it continued to thrash mercilessly, gasping for air.

Just when it was about to give up the fruitless act of respiration, a young boy named Trip picked him up.  Having just run away from home, Trip longed for a friend.  He threw the koi back into the pond, and it slowly began to swim again.

“There you go little buddy,” said Trip. And one could imagine the shock on little Trip’s face when the koi answered, “Thank you.”

-Thalia Harris

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One Letter Less | Leia & OPEN

Leia swung her signature under the letter like it was the last brush stroke of her very own masterpiece. It was, kind of. Usually she wrote to her parents ever fortnight, but somehow, the last weeks had been so filled with life and stress that Leia had simply dropped herself into bed each evening. The new school year, James Potter’s birthday party, the Hogsmeade weekend, so many things she had filled her parents in within this letter. So the Gryffindor had made sure that this letter was extra carefully written, and had sealed it with a little lion sticker.

Rushing her way up the West Tower to the owlery, Leia cringed when she entered the circular room. It was always breezy up here, which might have been annoying due to flying hair, if it wasn’t probably the only reason this room didn’t smell as bad as it looked. Carefully, she decided to dodge all the owl droppings and pressed her letter to her chest one more time, looking over the school owls to find one that looked the most reliable. It was just when she tried to hand the letter over that one bold owl seared through the air in a fit of duty, ripping it from Leia’s hand, wrinkling it completely in the process, and took off.

Tripping forward, Leia just heard a ‘crunch’ beneath her feet and then, everything was quiet again. Looking under her shoe were the now broken bones of an ex-mouse. Shivers running up her spine, Leia gagged, then sighed.

“I really wish they did this the muggle way here.”, she said, unaware of the steps coming up the stairs behind her.

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Five months. That was how long it had taken him to be stable enough to come up to your office with you. Kamuss was your most prized possession and you didn't want to overwhelm him; what most would consider an abomination of mixed-matched parts and skin tones. He was beautiful, and no one could tell you otherwise. He was yours, and you loved him more than anything else, a deep sense of pride filling you whenever you looked at him. He was sleeping on your feet as he tended to do, even though he was far from a reasonable size to do so. As you filled prescriptions for patients, the door's bell rang as a new patient walked in, your troll by your feet jarring awake at the sound, but you kept him restrained. "Hello! Is there anything you need assistance with today?"